The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yang Zhengshan changed into his Qilin Robe and prepared to enter the palace to give thanks for imperial grace.
Riding in a carriage, Yang Zhengshan first arrived at Wumen Gate. After getting down from the carriage, he presented his marquis seal, and the Imperial Personal Guard guarding the gate let him enter Wumen Gate.
As the Marquis of Jing'an and Right Governor of the Left Military Governor's Office, Yang Zhengshan could enter and leave Wumen Gate at will.
That was because the Five Military Commissions had an office in Wuying Pavilion behind Wuying Hall inside the Imperial City, just as Wenyuan Pavilion behind Wenhua Hall was the Grand Secretariat's office.
Yang Zhengshan could enter and leave Wumen Gate at will and come and go from Wuying Hall as he pleased, but he could not go to Taiji Hall at will.
Aside from morning court and summons from the emperor, civil and military officials could not enter Taiji Hall as they pleased.
Yang Zhengshan arrived before Fengtian Gate, submitted his memorial of thanks, and then stood quietly before the gate, waiting for Emperor Yanping to summon him.
However, after a moment, a young eunuch came out and told him that the formal thanks were waived.
Stroking his beard, Yang Zhengshan looked at the palace halls within the gate and asked calmly, "Does His Majesty have any other instructions?"
"No!" the young eunuch said softly, head lowered.
Yang Zhengshan fell into thought.
Emperor Yanping was not even willing to see him?
Meow!
Was he that dissatisfied with this old man?
Hmph, hmph. This damned emperor was unreliable. If you don't want to see this old man, this old man doesn't want to serve you either!
Of course, that was only what